A few weeks ago, I was digging into Rutgers’ intranet website in an attempt to figure out the easiest way to save files in my personal folder. (I still use Rutgers’ resources because University of Maryland doesn’t provide much.)
Digging deep into the intranet, I found a handful of accidentally shared documents; A poorly written class essays, flyers for upcoming collegiate events, incomplete resumes, and cover letters.
One of the documents drew my attention. “Help Me.doc” I opened the file out of curiosity; I was little nervous as well. Does someone really need a help? If so, what do I need to do? My computer downloaded the file momentary and the word file opened on my screen. The 104-page document starts with a “Disclaimer,” alerting readers that what follows is the voice of her inner thoughts. It seems like that the person intentionally buried the file on the bottom of deeply nested shared folders.
The disclaimer ends with a sentence, “You’ll wish you didn’t read it because it could simply be a waste of time reading my life.” The metadata section of this document shows the author’s name; a feminine name commonly used in Southeast Asia. Out of respect for her privacy, I won’t redistribute this document or disclose her name; but I am going to read her diary and post a few reflections soon.